Welcome to my story. Since you've read the introduction, and you're still reading, you must really be interested. You're smart, because I have quite the story for you. Remember being a tiny freshman? If you're not a freshman yet, don't worry; you're not that tiny (lying). Walking into the big high school, which is surprisingly a lot bigger than the middle school you dominated last year. You can't even see in the top of your locker now! I remember wearing plaid converse shoes, faded jeans and a white and purple v neck. I was being very supportive of my schools colors, which were obviously purple and white. I wasn't quite sure where I was going to fit in this year. I had good friends, Tessa, Ryan, JJ, Lizzy, Dani, and Brandi. I just, didn't feel as close as I used to. We were "the outcasts" with weird clothes, and weird books that we read about dragons, girls with bird wings, and how to become a werewolf. I didn't fit in. But, I accepted them as my friends. I don't remember any of my first day as a freshman; except for 2 parts. One, walking into the huge tunnel built by upper class men and staff, all yelling and looking at you. We all looked about ready to poop ourselves, I guarantee it. The second thing, was walking into seminar. Now, normally it wouldn't be a huge deal. Yay, seminar, the free period to jack around in. Who cares, right? I walked in and there was none of my friends in there, and no teacher yet. I sat in the very front, right in front of the teachers desk. If I stretched out my legs long enough, I could probably touch his desk. I lifted my binder open and started scribbling in my agenda. The bell rang, starting seminar. When I looked up, no teacher. No friends. A bunch of populars, that was all. I rolled my eyes, and the door opened. The teacher. "Hi there class! What hour is this?! Seminar?" We all basically ignored him, because it obviously wasn't a real question. "Ok, let's take roll!" The teacher said in a weird, almost singing voice. He began to call out names. I basically ignored them all, until I heard "Jenna By-Ron?" And I slowly looked up from my agenda, where I was drawing hearts instead of cubes now. "It's... Bryan. It isn't that hard..." I said. "By-Ron! Ok, got it thanks!" He smirked. I had no idea if this guy was being funny, or if he was an idiot. It turns out he was both. I just started drawing again, trying to hide my smile from the attention. "Hey, I'm just messing with you Bryan comma Jenna, good to have you in class." He said in a more serious voice. I nodded, in embarrassment. He continued on, until we had to go take a tour, to learn the school. We walked all over, and I walked near the teacher, because I just didn't get along with anyone in the class. He made funny comments the whole way, but I didn't have much to say. I was shy. We got to Cats Alley, which was basically a crappy little vendor by the lunchroom. They apparently sold junk food, the older kids on my bus have bragged about it before. I thought it was smart. A blonde lady was running it, she wasn't very attractive. "This is my sister!" The teacher went on and on until the Blondie got annoyed. When we went back to class, I asked "Was that Cats Alley lady really your sister?" Because, they had the same last name, Stout. "No! Ha! That was my wife." I laughed, but something inside me said crap, he's married. Why? Why did I think that? "Crap, he's married"? Who says that? I blew it off. Not much happened that year in seminar. Sure, jokes that crossed the line. Sure, telling me that his wife wasn't what he needed. But I didn't know any better. The next year,

I remember I was enrolled in Drafting. He was my drafting teacher. I smiled, as I walked into the room. "Well I'll be darned, lookie there! It's Jenna!" And I waved and said "Hello again!" And took my seat, next to a girl who I hadn't met before. She looked at me, and she was using an oil pad on her nose "Ohmygosh sorry" and she took her compact mirror off my desk area and I said "Don't worry about it hah!" I put my stuff down, and I looked at her "So, what's your name?" And she told me her name was Sammy. Me and Sammy were the only girls in that class. And from the get go, Sammy knew he was a freak. She was a sophomore, and she knew he was not right. I should of thought so too.